Morning journal and courier., 1887-08-06
THE CHURCHMAN'S LOT

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 men will leave police headquarters in barge | about o'clock in the afternoon and return | ill time to report for duty. Doorman Rich ard Moore will have charge of the officers, and see that they neither eat too many clans or drink too much ice water. After the clambake games of various kinds will be 1 indulged in, among them fat mems race of ! half mile for new silk hat, among the \ entries for which are said to be Officers Stor- | mont, Streit, McAvoy and others. One Hundred and Six Years:OId. (From the Boston Globe) l Two burly farmers started out from Middle | ton the other day to see the sights in the Hub. After landing at the Eastern depot
 the couple took carriage fir the Boston | Museum, where they made stay of over an | hour, taking in the curiosities. The ruddy faced pair of rurals soon be, l came the center of attraction. Manager Sey- mour pointed them out to visitors. "Now, that's pretty sight, isn't it?" said I Mir. Seymour.
 The couple roamed up and down the main l hall arm in arm, gazing at the silent DOT | traits and statues, and whispering to each | other mutual notes of admiration. Then the pair inquired for the wax figures, ! and being told that they were up three flights | 8 consultation was held. Then one of the | jolly farmers sat down on stool, while the other ran upstairs with the attendant to view | the show.
 "You see," said the former, as he steadied himself on the stool and leaned upon his l stout cane, 1T ain't 80 spry as I used to be eighty years ago." and the man bubbled over | with laughter.
 ;'Whafl" remarked bystander, ''in the 1 name of heaven, how old are you?" "Well, Pm turned one hundred and six years old, and if I live till the 18th of Janu- ary next shall be one hundred and seven That's so, and my boy can tell you it's true."
 'Say, mister, how old is the boY?"
 "Oh, he's only seventy, but he's a pretty fair boy for one so young" At this moment the septuagenarian "boy"
 came down stairs on 8 dead run, joined in conversation with his eentenarian "dad" and 1aughingly replied to the numerous questions
 of the crowd.
 "rm farmer" said the septuagenarian,
 Ffand have lived nineteen years at Middleton. have been thirty-three years altogether in Massachusetts. Oh, no, wasn't born in the States. Our homestead was at Durham, Canada East. That's where my father was born and where all the family was reared There fourteen of us, boys and girls, but there's only seven of us living. Let me see, Charles is the oldest boy and he lives in Can ada still; he's seventy eight, but he works on his farm just usual. Then there's Mitch ell, John-that's me-Francis, William, Bos- worth and Joseph, who is the youngest and is fifty years of age. He's police officer at Haverhill. Francis is a blacksmith at Du- buque City, la"
 "Have you any familys" was esked.
 "Well, now ain't ashamed to say that I'v had my pile of boys and girls. Reckoning my children, grandchildren and great-grand- children, there's over eighty of us."
 "What's your fathers name?'
 RS1rp l | King Charles"
 This ticklsd the old man and he smiled at the joke.
 Charles King is still British subject. He fought in the war of 1912 on the Britishside, being captured by press gang and forced to the front. He is in good health, though somewhat feeble in his limbs. He gets about easily, but is soon fatigued. His eye sight is good and he hes never worn specta- cles in his life. His hearing is poor, but his perceptions are keen and active. He never learned to read, but hes good memory for events and likes to talk over old times with his son, who has taken full charge of the old man and accompanies him everywhere. ex- cept in his short walks near home.
 "I let him go for little exercise,n said the boy, fbut of course we wouldn't let him come to Boston alone"
 The centenArian listened to his bows talk and frequently put in his own oar.
 "I don't try to do any work now. eat very little and don't drink any coffee or tea - only cold water or milk. take a little meat, but not much. Yes, like smoke. and generally carry my pipe with me. i | used to drink 8 little wine when I was a l young man, but a never take intoxicating | liquors now because don't like them.'
 "Now, father, we must get along" said | the boy, and the old man jumped nimbly | from his seat and started for the stairs lead | ing from the hall of the museum to the street. Arm in arm with his boy he went down, stpped into the carriage and was driv- en off on his tour through the city.
 King Charles hopes to visit Boston again on his next birthday.
 Among the arrivals in this city yesterday were Andrew Goodyear, wife and daughter # Io.,aaia !